We All Just End As Photo’s

9 months before, we are just an egg,
waiting for the sperm to find its edge,
it sits on the side until the time is right,
it jumps off the edge to win the fight,
9 months later a baby we are born,
crying and eating, falling asleep with a yawn,
we learn to sit up, smile and we crawl ,
then we start running until we fall.
then as we grow, off to school we go,
just learning from life, going with the flow.
we start to mature and realise life’s not a dream,
the suffering and cruelty and pain to be seen.
we take photos and videos tell stories of the unseen,
we get older and older till one day we’re just a dream .
we all just end as photos,
and our life is but a song,
one day we are living,
the next we are dead and gone.